| Y’all confuse celebrity with integrity
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| So I regrettably, readily expose what’s in the mirror
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| Bitch nigga, what the bidness is?
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| Fake rappers do more damage than any minstrel did
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| Now the fairer skin has been peppered in, the era ends
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| They done got better at coonin' than most these niggas is (Damn)
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| Step and fetch some recognition
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| Do we really like this shit, or just victims of repetition?
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| If we record pitchin', they pickin' the least, most definitive (Nah)
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| I don’t follow trends, they purposefully try to limit his
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| Let’s eliminate the label from the genre (Yeah)
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| Let the labels lactate fate in the form of karma (What?)
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| If you calmly disagree then they label you as a problem (Uh)
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| I’ma be a thorn in they side 'til they embalm him, God
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| We walk with God
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| Beware the company you keep
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| Been here too long
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| Keep all their wickedness from me
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| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
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| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
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| I was raised with respect
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| So I live by a code that was laid by the vets
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| When y’all niggas pay homage to your ancestors
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| When y’all niggas be honest, you let the man get ya
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| Tap Dancin', man-tannin' and spoon slappin'
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| Bandwagonin' and hand slappin' the grand dragon
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| I hate the fact that I was right
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| When ten percent of the weak shit is hoggin' up the light
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| And why it’s only poor niggas pourin' up the Sprite?
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| I survived the struggle, I’m blessed, driven and humble
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| When I pour libations, I usually make it a double, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
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| 'Cause I came from King T
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| I emcee, I kill rappers and think backwards
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| So it’s like you’re fucked, catch fakes between takes and I’ll touch y’all up
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| Let’s loop the beat breaks, watch me fuck y’all up
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| That’s on God we trust, Xzibit
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| We walk with God
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| Beware the company you keep
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| Been here too long
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| Keep all their wickedness from me
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| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
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| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
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| 'Murica to the motherland, our future is backwards
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| Black shores, hijacked Moors became the crack whores
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| Rap offs, what snitches gettin' stacks for?
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| Marcus Garvey, Black Star, pilot the Blackbird
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| Only real ones come aboard, we don’t want accord
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| We accept Jesus like you love the Lord
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| Born again, like Jason Ultimatum
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| They can’t control the prophesy, so they hate him
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| Underrate him
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| I read the haters DNA verbatim (Whoo)
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| Electrocute a nigga like Raiden
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| This is called rap, y’all sayin' we too lyrical?
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| That’s like making square basketballs, not spherical (Facts)
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| Master say some dumb shit, get repeated by jigaboos
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| You dumb nigga, you, pen hit you like whips
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| Or the spindle do, then make your physical flip
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| Inventing more styles with more bows in this bitch
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| We walk with God
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| Beware the company you keep
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| Been here too long
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| Keep all their wickedness from me
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| Walk with God
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| Keep all their wickedness from me
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| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
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| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
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| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh |